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The days of Fengshen Pavilion were still dull and never changed because of the arrival of a great monk.

The Great Zhou prohibition of preaching and Buddha did not mean to kill the two Dao, but only prohibiting the teaching of the Fa. In fact, as long as there are a few people preaching and preaching, Jing Yesi will not pursue it to the end.

After all, there are Buddhist practitioners in Jing Ye Si.

"Master, want to pass on the Little Goddess Pass?"

On the fourth floor of the Fengshen Pavilion, in the main hall, Jomo Ke was holding a teacup, his expression darkened, and there was no joy or anger, he just said lightly:

"Don't you know that the emperor is composing a'new repair' to replace the old Taoist Buddha?"

Eighteen years is not long, but the reform of the Great Zhou Dynasty has allowed other big sects and the emperor's stunned eyes to pave the way to the whole world.

The only thing that hasn't been implemented is the ‘new practice’ method. This is also the reason why the monk’s way has not been banned in the Dazhou area.

However, including Daliang, Yuhua, and even other major sects, it is not clear that Dazhou will edit the ‘new revision’ method.

In the eighteen years, as many as the emperor Long Xingyi, and down to the practitioners above the golden core in the original seventy-two sect gate, all gathered in the Imperial City of the Great Zhou, compiling and editing'new repairs' day and night.

"Does the pavilion master believe in such boasting?"

Hong Tong put down his tea cup, but he shook his head and laughed: "The years are lacking and history is faulted, but few people know the origin of the ‘Buddha’ and ‘Tao’ cultivation..."

Jomoco put his cup to his ears to listen to.

"In the ancient years, the first year was the establishment of the Emperor's Court, and the creation of the gods was the beginning, and it has been 12,000 years. However, among the epochs, the creation is the shortest, the Emperor, the Primordial, the Demon, the Chaos, and there is no one. Not longer..."

The red boy's tone is flat, and he has treasured the past years as a treasure, showing the vicissitudes of life: "However, the long existence of Tao and Buddha has far surpassed this number...

If you want to open a new repair, why is Da Zhou? "

The great Zhou wanted to open up the theory of ‘new repairs’, and the whole world knew it, but there were countless people, including the Emperor’s Court of the Great Zhou, who did not believe it.

Even if there was a Hongxuan Taoist who was suspected of being in the ‘good fortune’ state behind the Great Zhou, it was the same.

The reason is that Buddhism and Taoism are immemorial, and they have never been cut off. They are passed on from generation to generation, and they are the essence of the painstaking efforts of countless practitioners since ancient times.

The true immortality, the transcendent way to the sacred.

Since ancient times, there are countless side gates, and Confucianism, which can truly have a short-lived existence outside of the Taoism, is also three minutes earlier. There is still a sense of existence in Nanzhan. Looking at other continents, it is also a side door.

"Zhu Ji..."

Qiao Mo Ke and others didn't care too much, but they were unconsciously attracted by what was revealed in the words, and their hearts were shaken.

One epoch, 129,600 years. According to legend, this number is the limit of longevity, and it is also the node of exchange between the old and the new. The ancient gods and demons use this as the'year'.

In the eyes of gods and demons, human beings are no different from lavender, but they are short-lived seeds that live and die.

"The emperor, the gods, will not fail to understand this truth. The reason for this is that he must have this certainty."

Jomoco was expressionless.

He was talking about the emperor, but he knew that all of this was behind his own teacher's handwriting.

"More talked."

Hongtong rarely joined the WTO and was less of a teacher. He inevitably said a few more words, but then he was alert to fail, and with a smile, he changed the subject and said:

"Miss Huiguang is very high, and the little monk is incapable of putting it away as a disciple and passing on a supernatural power. It is not in vain to see a great talent.

In the seven days in the palace, the red boy naturally not only lived there, but also had various temptations in it. Although it is not absolutely certain, it is also 70-80% sure to confirm the identity of the "Supreme Enlightened One".

The next step is to teach magical powers.

No one who succeeded to the dharma is beyond the predecessors. He firmly believes that even if it is the so-called ‘enlightened one’ who is the last blessing of Buddhism’s luck, once he receives the Dharma, he will never be able to threaten Buddha.

Even all the practice will be turned into the foundation of Buddha's enlightenment.

"This matter, let's leave it alone."

Qiao Mo Ke dropped the tea cup, he was more inclined to let his own teacher to point out his sons and daughters, rather than a wild monk of unknown origin.

Although this monk seems unfathomable.

Xi Yingqing did not struggle with the inheritance of supernatural powers. After Jomoko spoke, he also said spontaneously: "Seven days have passed, I wonder if the master can have a way?"

"This matter is difficult to say, and easy to say."

Hong Tong shook his head slightly.

Jomo Ke frowned slightly: "What do you say?"

"At this time, the easy is easy. As long as the noble son is willing, he can practice all the dharma at any time. Difficult and difficult, how can he be willing..."

The red boy drank the tea lightly, and said with confidence: "The noble son has not said no to repair for many years. It is not a disease, but an unwillingness. That's it!"

The red boy is extremely casual.

He has lived in Sumi for a long time and stayed at the center of the Buddha's eyebrows. Although his cultivation level may not be better than that of the Bodhisattva, his vision will not be bad.

For seven days, while testing the identity of the two, he also took a look at the yellow-haired boy. Although he didn't care much, he also saw the'root of the disease'.

But he was not thinking about that kid at this moment, and he didn't care whether he was arrogant or otherwise.

"How is this possible?"

Jomoko and Xi Yingqing looked at each other, first they didn't believe it, and then they were skeptical.

This is too easy to expose, so it doesn't look like a lie.

"Yes or not, I will know in the future."

The red boy smiled slightly, and disappeared into the main hall under all eyes.

It was Jomo Ke that both of them were thinking about him, and they didn't even realize how he left Fengshen Pavilion, and they were shocked.

Huh~

Xi Yingqing pointed at it casually, as the sword light of the water had circled the table and chair, and with the sound of a ‘click’, a dusty seed fell on the table.

"This is the seed of supernatural powers?!"

Looking at that kind of child, Jomo Keben stopped walking towards that kind of child and looked back at his wife.

Xi Yingqing groaned and was pushed out of the main hall by an invisible force.

"The Seed of Supernatural Powers!"

Qiao Mo Ke's words have not yet landed, he has been pushed out of the main hall, suddenly raised his head, I saw all kinds of gorgeous colors flash past the main hall.

He didn't know what the seven colors were, but he had seen something similar to the kind of inner magical power.

I have seen it in Shenting Skynet!

"That monk is also a'follow the god'?"

Jomoco was uncertain in his heart, but his guard against the monk had gone a little bit. While he was thinking about it, he heard his wife scold him softly.

When I looked up, I saw that my daughter did not know when she had arrived in the main hall.

"Cier!"

"囡囡!"

......

The sky is high and the clouds are pale, and the sun is scorching.

It is summer, the Northwest Road is like a steamer, the grass and trees in the mountains and plains are all lowered, and there are fewer pedestrians on the road.

At the foot of Shouyang Mountain, there was a rush of people and enthusiasm.

Shouyang Mountain is not considered a sacred land of Lingshan, not to mention that in the Northwest Road, Youzhou is not considered to be famous. Even among the mountains and rivers in a radius of tens of thousands of miles, it is not surprising.

It is only a thousand feet high. Although it is surrounded by mountains, there are few people nearby. Few sects set up sects here. With the turmoil in the previous years, it was burned to a barren land.

Few people come and go.

But at this time, there were people outside the mountains, not to mention that there was even a city rising from the ground.

"Here, when is there a big city here?"

Some merchants in the past were attracted by popularity and came to sell their goods. When they saw the majestic new city, they were shocked:

"Fell from the sky?"

Casting a city is not an hour. Casting a big city is even more time-consuming and labor-intensive. Normally, it takes years or even decades to build a city.

But he clearly remembered that he came here last year, and there has never been a city here. For a while, he just thought he was dazzled.

"Speaking of this'Hunyi City', it is incredible. It is said that a few months ago, a Taoist raised his hand on the top of the mountain, picked off the meteorite, combined with the mountains and rivers, and built this city overnight!"

"What's more? I heard from the people in the city that they were clearly transported from hundreds of thousands of miles away. In one night, hundreds of thousands of people were transported here. The magical powers are amazing!"

"Isn't it ignorant? If you know who the practitioners in the'Shouyang Mountain' are, you won't be surprised!"

"Could it be that one? I heard that he was born in a ‘mixed sect’, and now he is coming back. Isn’t it necessary to rebuild the mountain gate?! With so many cultivators gathering, does it mean that he wants to worship that sect?"

......

Among the crowd, some monks talked to and fro, and they were all amazed when they talked about the Yangshan Mountain, and some were excited and geared up.

"Taoist Hongxuan!"

Under the black cloak, Candle Dragon Walker was startled. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

He has been in the Red Chamber for many years, and of course he would not know the name of the Taoist Hongxuan. According to legend, Taoist Hongxuan is suspected to have been cultivated into a ‘good fortune’, he is Nanzhan, and even now the world’s strongest person!

"The **** emperor came here, could it be that he wanted to suppress Taoist Na Hongxuan?"

Thoughts arose in Zhulong's heart, but he never found the breath of magical powers in the mountain, and he was suddenly surprised.

If the **** emperor makes a move, how could this place be so lively...

Coming from the lower realm of Jiejiehai, Zhulong thought that the **** emperor would detect himself and direct him to go, but he stopped here for a few hours, and he couldn't wait for the guidance.

I wanted to take a look, but when I thought of the Taoist Hongxuan you, I felt a little jealous for a while.

He is not good at fighting for his cultivation, not to mention that his cultivation has not been restored. Even when he recovers to his peak, he is unwilling to fight against the strong of the same rank.

After thinking about it again and again, he was determined to do it safely, put on his cloak and stepped into the mixed city, wanting to wait until the ‘mountain gate is wide open’ to find out.

"Ok?"

Stepping into this newly-cast Hunyi City, before taking a closer look, Zhulong's heart suddenly shook, and he looked not far away:

"The beggar..."

There, a beggar with a disheveled hair fell on the ground, scanning the pedestrians indifferently.

A beggar is unobtrusive, even if this beggar is the only one in this city, it will not move the candle dragon.

But the moment he looked at the beggar, his heart was shocked, and his memories rolled over.

In a trance, it seemed to see a giant mountain wrapped around its head and tail, head into the sky, the inexhaustible ferocious, poisonous dragon!

"what's your name?"

Lin Qianlong sat down in the mud, looking at the pedestrians stupidly. Hearing this sound, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes brightened, and then dimmed, and he couldn't hide his disappointment:

"No, it's not you..."